“One cannot shoot Peasants.”“In the lord’s name why not?” Mrs Bennet exclaimed, “If one might not shoot them how is discipline to be maint...ined?”“Miss Eliza, I have done you a dis-service,” Mr D’arcy exclaimed, “I had thought you the most idiotic and completely deluded woman I had ever met but I own you are indeed quite sane compared to your mother.”“How are we to impose discipline Mr D’arcy if we cannot shoot the miscreants?” Mrs Bennet demanded. “One cannot carry a rack around with one and. That’s OK. Don’t be deterred by any sounds, drool, or complaints. Also give him instructions and compliments when appropriate (“yeah, show me your tongue” “hands behind your back and open wide bitch” “give me that throat” “that’s a good little cocksucker”)EDIT: I’ve received several questions about this point. I’ll clarify exactly what were doing here and why. When I make him suck my dildo, I’m not getting any physical pleasure out of it and neither is he. This is not meant to be physically. The climb up the mountain wasn’t easy and a number of horses, including mine, had lathered up. I have always liked the smell of horse sweat. It smells genuine, honest and real, not at all like the smell of copy machine toner. Six of us piled into Remy’s F-350. Kristen rode with the other women in Diane’s suburban. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want her sitting next to me for five hours. I didn’t want or need that temptation. About 5 pm we pulled into a small mountain town. We. She considered Andrew a good friend, and a physical relationship would probably undo all of that. ‘Besides,’ she’d added quietly. ‘I’m saving myself for marriage. I know it sounds old fashioned, but… ‘ If she’d thought that was a deterrent, she was damned naive, Andrew thought. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, that she’d ‘gone all the way’ as she put it, with a boyfriend when she was sixteen. Although she was squeamish talking about sex with men, she’d shared this snippet with Andrew later. They’d.